As the dew covers the woods   the filthy trolls wakes up to a new night.   Crawling out to their caverns   impossible to spot for an untrained eye.   Taking their first deep breaths   in their swamp of unpleasantness.   Terrifying the woods inhabitants   with howls of lunar ecstasy.      Watchmen of the wild.   Protectors of the solitude.   With malice they guard   the vast and primeval forest.      Stinking goblinfeets stamps onwards   through the sleeping forest.   Their treacherous black eyes   spyes into the peaceful night.   The hunted innocent victims   tryes to escape but fails.   The beasts knows of every corners   up the hills and down the dales.